On the day of the interview, Pei Shiyan, the top boss in the Beijing circle, pushed an agreement in front of me. "Be my fiancée and become the target of public criticism. You will block all the overt and covert attacks against me." "The agreement lasts for one year, and the remuneration is this amount." I looked at the string of zeros on the check and smiled: "Mr. Pei, are you investing in a risky project, or buying yourself sky-high insurance?" Pei Shiyan leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold and unwavering: "You just need to play the role of an idiot beauty who is ostentatious enough and hateful enough." So, I became the "lucky guy" who landed in a wealthy family and made countless people jealous. The Pei family's affiliates see me as a thorn in their side, their business rivals see me as a breakthrough point, and even his Bai Yueguang looks forward to me getting out every day. They thought I was the vulnerable canary in the greenhouse. No one knows that I have personally buried countless giants in the bloodiest capital battlefield on Wall Street. I enjoyed the top-notch resources provided by Pei Shiyan, and I was able to maneuver among the wolves with ease, and all the "risks" he introduced were quietly transformed into my "return on investment." I helped him clean up his business in exchange for Pei's shares; I helped him dismantle his opponent and annexed his opponent's core industry; I made his Bai Yueguang infamous, and I became the most mysterious upstart in the industry. After one year, the agreement expires. Pei Shiyan lost his composure for the first time when he looked at the termination letter I handed over and the equity transfer letter that was enough to shake his foundation. His voice was hoarse: "Have you been plotting against me from the beginning?" I swung the red wine in the glass and smiled brightly: "Mr. Pei, are you just realizing it now?
